HOT FUN IN THE SUMMERTIME

It wasn’t just warm, it was hot. Inferno hot. The kind of sweltering heat that made the air around everything shimmer and warp, appearing to send up little waves of sizzling steam from the cracked sidewalks and tar black asphalt parking lot. The kind of heat that baked your skin the minute you stepped from the protection of an air-conditioned room and into the blaze of the interminable glare of the midday summer sun.

Sam reached up to wipe at the sweat trickling down the back of his neck, where the ends of his longish, dark hair curled and stuck to his skin. The front and back of the wife beater he’d snatched earlier from Dean’s duffle to wear was already soaked through and he’d only been outside for a few minutes. He was glad he’d decided against wearing one of his own, heavier t-shirts, as the thought of wearing any more clothes than he already had on would have been suffocating.

The newscaster on the television that morning had said it was going up to 105 today. Sam made a face. That temperature wasn’t normal for anything outside of a toaster oven. Fucking Arizona. Hell on Earth, as far as he was concerned.

He meandered over to the sole patch of shade Dean had managed to find in which to park the Impala. He took his time. Nobody rushed when it was this hot. Only his brother would think to come to Arizona in the middle of July in the first place, and then get pissed when their car overheated and gave out on them. Apparently, the Impala wasn’t fond of the “dry” heat either.

Sam stood a moment, quietly watching his brother work on the car. Dean lay sprawled on an old army blanket underneath his baby, his long legs stretched out and spread open, one booted foot pressed to the asphalt, the other twisted sideways as he beat and clanged on some part or another.

Sam’s eyes slowly roved upwards, along the legs of Dean’s torn, faded blue jeans to the splayed vee of the older boy’s crotch and stopped there. Sam swallowed, his breath hitching as he felt his dick twitch to life.

He stared hard at the crotch of Dean’s jeans. They were tight and Sam could make out the slight bulge of his brother’s cock. He tucked it to the left, but Sam already knew that. Even so, it didn’t stop him from staring and imagining taking that hard, throbbing shaft deep into his throat, while listening to Dean moan and gasp as he sucked him off. Sam shifted, adjusting his cock as it became rigid, filling with blood. Suddenly his jeans were way too uncomfortable, chafing in the worst way. Damn heat.

Tearing his gaze from the front of Dean’s jeans, Sam let his eyes move up towards his brother’s torso. Dean’s pale grey t-shirt was striped with grease and stained in the pits with sweat, which also pooled in the center of his chest as well, darkening the shirt in an uneven line.

Dean’s lean muscled belly peeked out from the bottom of the shirt where it had pulled up while he was reaching for a tool laying on the ground next to him. Sam could just see the cut of his brother’s left hip as Dean squirmed, jerking a little as he cussed, trying to twist a difficult nut off a bolt.

Sam licked his lips, mesmerized. He absently reached down to palm his dick, giving it a quick, hard squeeze through the fabric of his jeans. He’d never realized just how hot Dean looked all sweaty and greasy like that, muscles flexing as he concentrated on the job at hand. He thought he might start paying better attention the next time Dean decided to give him a lesson on car maintenance. Especially if the pay off was this sort of view. He wondered suddenly how the hell he could be so horny when it was so goddamn hot outside.

Grinning mischievously, Sam crouched down near Dean, being careful not to let his brother see him. Taking the ice-cold bottle of water he’d brought, he carefully placed it down in between Dean’s open legs, snugging it up against his brother’s package.

“What the —?!”

Dean immediately stiffened, legs shooting out straight as he yelped at the icy sensation pressed against his dick. Sam choked with laughter when Dean, forgetting where he was, half-rose in surprise, and banged his head against the bottom of the car.

“Godammit!” Dean spluttered as he slid out from underneath the frame of the Impala, a smear of grease on his chin, his hand rubbing his forehead where he’d whacked it against the oil pan. He snatched the water bottle from between his legs, offering Sam a sour glare.

“Thought you could use a drink,” Sam said, still grinning. “Cool off some.”

“Thanks,” Dean replied dryly as he twisted the cap off the water and drained half the bottle in one long swallow. He gave Sam a narrow look. “Remind me to beat your ass later for that.”

“Promise?” Sam teased, and Dean quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

“Sounds like you’re the one that needs to cool off,” Dean said. “Somebody feeling a little horny maybe? Got a little too much time on his hands?”

Sam didn’t say anything. He just licked his lips, watching as Dean sat up, studying him now a little more intently, lust in his gaze.

“Lemme finish up here, and then maybe we can check out the pool. Whad’you say?” Dean suggested.

He raised the half-empty water bottle and dumped the rest of the water on himself, shivering as the icy liquid splashed over his head and down the back of his sweaty neck. It felt good.

Sam laughed. “Yeah, okay, but hurry up.” He took the empty bottle from Dean and stood up, letting his brother catch sight of his erection pressing hard against the front of his pants. “’Cause I don’t just wanna go swimming.”

It was Dean’s turn to laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You know you could stay and help me here. Maybe get done faster.”

Sam made a face. “Yeah, uh, I think I’ll just wait in the room. Where it’s nice and air-conditioned. And there’s beer.” He turned, offering Dean a wave over his shoulder. “You have fun.”

“Hey,” Dean called after Sam. Sam turned and was amused to see the hungry look in Dean’s eyes. “My shirt looks good on you, little boy.”

Sam let a smile play over his lips. “You think?” He shrugged, flexing his muscled biceps a little as he did, knowing Dean was watching. “Bet it’ll look a helluva lot better on the floor…with the rest of my clothes…” He turned and sauntered off back towards the motel room.

“Fuck,” Dean muttered, swallowing hard. He scrubbed at the stubble on his chin and then scooted back under the car before he decided to chuck it in for the day and follow Sam back to the room. First things first though, he chided himself. Getting the Impala up and running again was his main priority. He grabbed a wrench, smiling to himself. There would be plenty of time later to have fun…and teach Sam a lesson for being such a tease.

****

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving the desert sky painted in hues of salmon, rust and lavender by the time Dean grabbed up a couple towels and an ice bucket full of beers and herded Sam out the door of their room to take a dip in the motel swimming pool located out behind their section of the small, unassuming motel.

The brothers walked along in relative silence, Dean absently humming a Bad Company tune under his breath, Sam darting brief, sulky glances at Dean as they rounded the corner of the building and made for the gated pool area beyond.

Dean stopped suddenly, and Sam, who was directly behind him, head down, almost plowed into his brother’s back. Dean pivoted to face Sam, a tired look pasted onto his face.

“Are you gonna be pissy for the rest of the night or what?” Dean asked with an annoyed sigh.

Sam looked up at Dean. “Dude, I sat there waiting for like three hours,” he said, his jaw jutting out in irritation. “You said you’d hurry.”

Dean smiled gently at Sam, but his voice held the slightest edge of growing impatience to it. “What I said was I’d be in when I was done working on my baby. The longer she ain’t running, the longer we’re stuck here in this hell hole.” Dean held up his arms, indicating with the bucket of beers, the motel and surrounding area. He quirked a brow at his brother. “You disagree, Sam?”

Sam rolled his eyes, hating the fact that Dean had a valid point. “Fine,” he pouted.

Dean turned and started for the pool gate just ahead, a wry smile ghosting across his lips. “And correct me if I’m wrong here, Sam, but you’re the one that’s been complaining the loudest about wanting to make tracks out of here.”

Sam’s short chuff of displeasure was the only reply Dean got.

“C’mon,” Dean said, grabbing his brother by an arm, grinning. “A dip in the pool is just what we both need. And it looks like we got the place to ourselves.” He pointed and Sam saw that the pool was indeed deserted.

Sam smiled finally, realizing that they’d have the entire place to themselves. No one to stare or make comments if he decided to steal a kiss or two from his brother. His good mood lasted until they reached the pool and saw the large lock with a security chain wrapped tightly around the metal bars between the gate and fence.

“It’s closed,” Sam stated flatly. He shot Dean an ominous look, pointing at the sign hanging just to the left of the gate. “It closed at eight, Dean. Half an hour ago…while you were still busy taking a shower…because you just had to take one before you jumped into the pool…which is where normal people usually go to cool off in the summer…”

Sam opened his mouth, thought better of it and just as quickly shut it. He gave Dean a curt nod, then turned to head back to the room, but Dean grabbed a handful of the back of Sam’s board shorts, stopping him.

“Whoa, whoa, where d’you think you’re going?”

Sam yanked free of Dean’s grasp, his look of disdain bringing an amused grin to Dean’s lips. “I’m going back to the room, Dean. You’re welcome to join me, or maybe you wanna go back and play with your car some more,” Sam said darkly.

Dean shook his head, unable to keep the smile off his face. “Sammy, do you honestly think I’d bring you out here, if I didn’t have a plan?”

“Plan? What plan?” Sam raised his arms in exasperation, then shook his head, eyeing the pool gate. “No. I am not hopping the fence. It’s wrought iron, dude, with those spiky finial things at the top. I’m not risking giving myself a vasectomy just for a stupid swim.”

Dean chuckled, and then handed the towels to Sam. He kept his tone mild, letting the look in his eyes do all the talking. “You know, I’m really beginning to think we need to start up those maintenance spankings again, Sam. ‘Cause that attitude of yours? Yeah, it’s been pushing this side of bratty just a little too much lately.”

Dean didn’t wait for Sam’s reaction to his threat. Instead, he reached into the ice bucket he held, shoving the bottles of beer to one side as he rummaged. Sam watched, puzzled.

Dean grinned wide. “Yahtzee!”He held up his hand, the last of the sun’s glow glinting off the silver metal in his palm.

Dean shrugged, shoved the ice bucket into Sam’s hands and proceeded to go to work on the pool lock. “I told you, I never go anywhere without ‘em.” He gave Sam a spurious look over his shoulder as the lock on the gate snicked open. “Did you learn nothing from Dad?” he teased. He swung the gate open, and stepped inside the pool area, motioning for Sam to follow.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Sam handed the bucket of beers back and proceeded after his brother. “If you tell me you’ve got your gun hidden in your swim trunks…” he said and then stifled a laugh when, with an evil chuckle, Dean flashed him a peek, yanking down his swimsuit in back, mooning Sam.

“Nothing but skin under these babies, Sammy,” Dean said teasingly. He dropped the bucket of beers onto the nearest lounge chair and raced to the edge of the pool. “Last one in has to clean all the weapons by himself next hunt!”

Sam swore, dropped the towels onto the same chair as he passed by it and took a running leap for the deep end of the swimming pool as Dean cannon-balled in right beside him. The both came up, spitting water and laughing so hard, they nearly choked.

“Tie!” Sam blurted out, still laughing as he pushed his bangs from his eyes.

He yelped in surprise when Dean suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him under the surface of the water, dunking him deep. Sam struggled, legs kicking until Dean let him go. He came up spluttering, sucking in several huge gulps of air. Dean bobbed nearby, grinning like an idiot.

Sam gasped, laughing, despite being water-logged. “Jeez, warn a guy next time before you try and drown him!”

“That sorta negates the point,” Dean said smartly, and then flailed backwards when Sam launched himself onto his brother, shoving Dean down into the water as payback.

Dean managed to roll hard underwater, wrapping his arms and legs around Sam’s long torso, taking the younger boy with him. Dean ended up on top, and Sam suddenly was underneath him. Dean grinned at Sam’s wild-eyed look at the switch in positions. Seeing his chance, he unlocked his legs from Sam’s and grabbed a fistful of Sam’s board shorts on either side of his waist, yanking down hard. The shorts slid off Sam easily, leaving him completely naked and completely confounded.

Dean broke the surface of the water, hooting in triumph as he held Sam’s shorts aloft in one hand, waving them about like a Forth of July flag. Sam quickly surfaced next to Dean, a look of dismay on his face.

“Dean, that is so not funny,” Sam said, his cheeks suffusing with color.

His head snapped about, checking to make sure they were still alone. Sam reached for his shorts, but Dean backed away towards the shallow end of the pool, holding them up in the air.

“Dude, c’mon!” Sam hissed. “What if someone sees?”

“Who’s gonna see?” Dean challenged. He backed up again as Sam took another swipe at the hand holding his shorts. “There’s no one out here but you and me, Sam. Chill out. And besides, it’s too dark out. Look.” Dean pointed with his free hand towards the large security lights surrounding the pool area. “The lights aren’t working. We’re completely in the dark and totally alone.”

“Well, what if the lights come on?” Sam whined. “I don’t wanna get caught like this!” He pointed down into the water at himself.

“They’re not gonna come on,” Dean stated simply. He turned towards the near edge of the pool and grinning, tossed Sam’s shorts as hard as he could. They landed with a wet plop next to the lounge chair holding their ice bucket and towels. “I cut the wires,” Dean said, turning back to his brother. He almost burst out laughing at the stunned look on Sam’s face.

“You cut the…” Sam’s jaw dropped.

“Yup.” Dean said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He reached down into the water and shucked off his own swim trunks as Sam stared at him in wonderment. “Figured we’d have more privacy this way.”

Tossing his trunks in the direction of the chairs, Dean slowly swam over to where Sam was standing, shaking his head.

“You planned all this, didn’t you?” Sam said quietly, not able to keep the admiration out of his voice. “Making me wait all day, arriving after the pool closed, the lights, everything…”

“I almost called it off too, after you got all snippy with me back in the room,” Dean said.

He slapped the water in front of him, splashing Sam in the face with it. “You’re such an impatient little brat sometimes, you know that?” Dean moved closer, eyes darkening. He pinned his brother up against the edge of the pool. “You know what I think? I think you’ve earned yourself a little spanking, Sammy,” he purred. He bent close, nuzzling Sam’s ear with his lips, whispering. “In fact, weren’t you supposed to remind me earlier to give you one?”

Sam gave a short, uncertain laugh. He tried to pull away from Dean, then realized he was trapped between the pool wall and his brother. His smile faltered a little. He gave Dean a pleading look.

“Dean, no, c’mon, it’ll hurt on wet skin…’ his voice faded off into a soft moan as Dean licked the rim of his ear, his breath hot and moist against Sam’s skin. Sam’s cock quickly filled with blood, hardening and lengthening, causing him to squirm in Dean’s hold.

“I think that’s just what you need, little boy,” Dean murmured as he continued to suck and nip at Sam’s earlobe. He could feel his brother’s hard-on pressing and rubbing up against his hip, and Dean smiled. His own dick was already standing at attention and ready for action.

Dean reached down under the water to take hold of Sam’s erection, his fingers wrapping firmly around Sam’s throbbing shaft, tugging playfully.

Sam groaned aloud this time, his eyes squeezing shut as a familiar warmth kindled in his groin. “Jesus, Dean,” he gasped. Knees buckling, he sank down in the water a bit. “Feels so good.”

Dean chuckled, continuing to stroke Sam, deft fingers sliding up the rigid shaft to palm the sensitive head of the boy’s dick before twisting and sliding back down to the base. Dean pressed his warm lips against Sam’s neck, kissing and sucking hard, leaving little pink welts on his brother’s damp skin. Sam grabbed the side of the pool for leverage as he bucked into Dean’s fist, moaning.

“You like that, Sammy? Hm? Like how the water slides around your big dick while I jerk you off?”

“M’gah, yesss…” Sam stammered, eyes still closed.

It was so very different from the times he and Dean had done it in the shower, steamy water cascading down onto their naked bodies as they’d sucked and bit and thrust. Here, Sam felt a unique sense of freedom, of openness, like being in the world’s largest bathtub in the universe’s largest bathroom. He let the water buoy his body, cradle him in its wet warmth, while Dean continued to stroke him and lap at his chest, tongue rasping over his nipples until Sam was mewling incoherently and begging for Dean to please, just fuck him already.

Dean suddenly stopped and took his hand from Sam’s cock, noting with amusement the puzzled frown that came over Sam’s face at the abrupt loss of sensation. Sam’s eyes sprang open, desperation blooming in them as he blinked at Dean.

“Wha- why’d you stop?” Sam managed to gasp out between shuddering breaths. His cock was achingly hard now, throbbing urgently below the surface of the water. “Dean, please,” he whined, “I’m so close.”

Dean leaned into Sam, fixing him with a shameless, hunger-filled stare. He let his own hot and hard dick thrust up against his brother, slipping and sliding against flesh, lubricated by the sun-warmed water surrounding both boys.

Dean pressed his lips to Sam’s, tongue slipping between Sam’s parted lips to plunge into the warmth of his mouth for a moment before Dean pulled back slightly, so he could slowly lick Sam’s lower lip. Sam groaned softly into Dean’s mouth. Dean disengaged from the kiss and moved his lips slowly over to Sam’s ear.

“Glad to see you’re having fun, Sammy,” Dean practically purred, his smile full of sex and heat, his breath tickling Sam’s ear and almost driving the boy over the edge. “But we need to take care of a little something before we go any further here.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” Sam asked breathily, eyes dark and full of lust.

“Dean ran his fingers down Sam’s damp chest, gliding them playfully over his well-defined pecs and then traced his way lower still, finally settling his hands onto Sam’s hips.

“Well, I promised you a spanking, and you know me, I like to keep my promises.”

Sam gasped when Dean unexpectedly lifted him by the waist and spun him around, hefting him up over the lip of the pool until Sam was bent over, face down, his firm backside jutting off the edge of the pool, water beading off the pale skin in the soft moonlight.

Dean ran a hand lovingly over the smooth, muscled globes of his little brother’s ass, giving one cheek a little squeeze of appreciation.“Yup.I think a nice spanked butt, all wet and slippery and ready for me to play with is definitely in order,” he noted, smirking.

Sam’s cock was sandwiched between his hot stomach and the cool, wet pebbled deck of the pool. The sensations of hot and cold, smooth and rough were incredible. Sam squirmed, unable to keep still, until Dean placed a hand at the small of his back to keep him in place.

“And you know,” Dean growled playfully as he raised his hand, readying for the first blow, “I really do love your ass all red and hot before I fuck it, Sam.”

Sam mewled and Dean smacked his ass once, hard. The slick crack was loud in the empty pool area.

“Ow!” Sam hissed. His butt cheek prickled like crazy from just the single slap against his wet skin. He looked over his shoulder at Dean, puppy dog eyes in full play. “Dean…” he whined.

“Take your spanking like a good little boy,” Dean gently ordered. “Or you’ll be getting another one later before bed,” he promised, and Sam nodded, turning back to face the pool deck with something between a smirk and a pout on his lips.

Dean raised his hand again and brought it down against Sam’s wet butt several more times in rapid succession, and Sam began to writhe and moan from the intense sting, his hips undulating against the rim of the pool in an effort to avoid the blows.

“Settle down,” Dean warned as he spanked a little harder, the smacks steady and rhythmic, Sam’s ass turning from a heated pink hue to a darker, deeper red.

Dean stopped when he heard the first hitch of breath from Sam. He stared at his brother’s squirming, clenched cheeks, and gently caressed his stinging palm over the twin globes, feeling the warmth he’d put there.

“Holy shit, Sammy, that’s hot,” Dean said, under his breath. He bent down to kiss one of Sam’s throbbing cheeks while he continued to massage and squeeze the other one.Sam moaned loudly. “Such a good boy,” Dean crooned.

He reached up and slowly pulled Sam back down into the pool, turning the younger boy to face him. Sam gasped, eyes widening, at the sensation of the cool water against his scorched buns, and Dean chuckled, pulling Sam in for a hungry kiss.

“You gonna stop being such a whiny brat?” Dean asked as he paused in sucking on Sam’s lower lip. “Gonna behave for me?”

“Yeah - yes, anything you want,” Sam readily agreed. “Dean I – oh,” Sam stuttered, quickly losing his train of thought as he felt one of his brother’s fingers press against his entrance and then slowly ease in a little ways. “Oh, god…” he moaned hoarsely and fastened his teeth into Dean’s shoulder.

“Fuck,” Dean gritted, loving the feel of Sam’s mouth sucking on his collarbone. He inched his finger into his brother’s warm hole up to the first knuckle. “So fucking tight, Sammy,” he groaned. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Not gonna hurt me,” Sam murmured, licking his way up Dean’s neck.

Dean wasn’t so sure though. He carefully wormed his finger back out of his brother, much to Sam’s dismay. “Hang on a minute,” Dean said.

He hoisted himself up over the edge of the pool, giving Sam a momentary face full of his rock hard dick, before he padded over to the chair with their towels and things. Sam heard the clinking of beer bottles and ice shifting in the bucket and then Dean was dropping back into the pool beside him with a neat splash.

Sam eyed the bottle of beer Dean placed on the edge of the pool and shot his brother a wary look. “Uh, dude…if you thought your finger-”

“That is for drinking,” Dean chuckled, rolling his eyes at Sam. He held up the tube of waterproof lube in his other hand. “This is for us.”

Sam relaxed, grinning and feeling a bit foolish. Dean poured some of the lube into his hand, covering his fingers with the cool liquid. He tossed the tube next to the beer and floated over to his brother.

“Now, where were we?” Dean said softly as he pulled Sam to him, their lips colliding, tongues sliding over one another. He pinned Sam up against the side of the pool, one hand reaching behind the boy.

Dean’s lubed finger slid in much easier the second time around and he quickly added a second and then a third, stretching Sam’s hot, tight hole, readying him. He let his fingers fuck in and out of Sam slowly, listening to Sam’s breathy moans and groans in his ear until he was about to burst himself.

Pulling his fingers from Sam, Dean reached past Sam’s head to grab the tube of lubricant and poured more into his hand. He coated his cock liberally with it, Sam whining for him to hurry. Dean pressed Sam up against the pool wall facing him, and used a knee to spread his brother’s legs wide. Taking the hint, Sam brought his knees up, wrapping his legs around Dean’s waist, as Dean took his pulsing cock and pressed the slicked up head against Sam’s waiting hole.

Dean gripped the edge of the pool tightly on either side of Sam’s head. “So fucking good,” Dean groaned. He slowly pulled almost all of the way out of Sam and then rocked back into him. “Jesus…been wanting to do this all fucking day,” he growled, moving in and out of Sam, his strokes steady and deep. “Ever since you came out to the car, wearing my shirt and- fuck - looking so damn hot!”

Dean reached back behind Sam to scrape his fingernails over his brother’s freshly spanked skin, re-igniting the heat all across Sam’s ass. Sam gasped sharply at the raw sensation, his control quickly evaporating. “Harder, Dean,” he begged, “Fuck me harder.”

“You’re a naughty tease, Sammy,” Dean rasped.

Sam’s throaty laugh was cut short when he let out a mewl of pleasure as the head of Dean’s cock glided over his prostate. “Yes, there, right – oh fuck - yess….”

Sam couldn’t stand it any longer. He reached down into the water between their bodies to fist his own leaking cock, stroking in rhythm to Dean’s in and out thrusts.

“No you don’t,” Dean said huskily. He grabbed Sam’s hand, moving it from his needy dick. “Naughty boys aren’t allowed,” he admonished.

Sam whined low in his throat at being denied, but obeyed. Dean smiled, catching the look of pure lust in Sam’s eyes. He let one of his hand wander over the golden flesh in front of him as he continued to grip the side of the pool with the other while fucking Sam up against it.

Sam arched up into Dean’s hand, chest heaving, wanting so badly to come, but he knew he couldn’t until Dean said so. He bent down to lick along Dean’s shoulder, wet strands of his hair sweeping across Dean’s jaw.

Dean lengthened his thrusts, pushing harder now as he felt his balls tightening and the familiar tingle of his oncoming orgasm approaching. Sam began to thrust back frantically onto Dean’s cock in counterpoint, moaning loudly, not caring who heard, as his brother’s dick hit his prostate over and over. He was so ready to come.

"Feels so gooood..." Sam groaned as he pulled Dean down for a feverish kiss, his tongue skating across his brother’s lower lip before begging to be let inside Dean's mouth.

Dean, ever in control, turned the tables on Sam and plunged his own tongue into Sam’s eager hot mouth, and Sam accepted it readily, hungrily. He sucked hard on it as if it was Dean’s cock in his mouth instead of just his tongue.

Sam’s back arched in pleasure, and he drew his knees up further, locking his ankles behind Dean's back, feeling the older boy thrust with his whole body - Sam felt faint with the power of it.

He cried out into Dean's mouth, feeling the delicious heat coiling in his stomach, as his brother nailed his prostate hard once again. "Jesus, fuck...yes!"

Sam's eyes glazed over as he thrust back one last time, before his body was wracked with shudders as his cock exploded, without even a single touch, as Dean slid back and forth rapidly over the little bundle of nerves inside him.

Dean, already ramped up and on the edge from watching the mix of pleasure and pain gliding across Sam's face, felt the sudden flood of warmth across his stomach from his brother’s orgasm mixing with the cooled water of the pool, and that was all it took. His hips began to stutter and he let out a shuddery moan as he pounded into Sam's hole and then came hard, filling Sam.

Sam offered up a shaky grin in return, the pupils of his eyes blown wide, as he fell back limp against the edge of the pool, sated, fucked out. Dean slowly eased out of Sam, and then collapsed beside his brother, smiling tiredly.

“Still think Arizona sucks and there’s nothing fun to do here, Sam?” Dean murmured teasingly as he reached for the bottle of beer waiting on the pool deck. He wrenched the cap off the bottle with the edge of his ring and then took a long, deep pull on the bottle. “Still want to leave in the morning?” he asked, grinning suggestively as he rimmed the lip of the bottle with the tip of his tongue.

Sam grinned back, blushing, pleasantly worn out, and took the beer from Dean, tilting the bottle to his lips and sucking back a gulp. He swallowed and handed the half-empty bottle back to his brother. “Um, I think we could maybe stay a couple more days…” he said, quietly. “Place seems nice enough…”

Dean laughed and slung an arm around Sam’s shoulders, pulling him close. “Thought I might be able to convince you,” he teased. Sam opened his mouth to protest, but Dean took the opportunity to kiss him, thereby shutting his little brother up once and for all.